A Wife for Mr. Darcy

odd it is to have a man lying on top of you,” and she started laughing. “It did hurt, but for such a brief time, and the whole thing was over sooner than I thought it would be.”
    “I am glad to hear it.”
    “Are you glad to hear that it did not hurt or the length of the experience?”
    “My dear sister, what a change one night can make. You are a married woman and may speak of such things.”
    “But there was a surprise—other than the obvious one. I had in my mind an idea of what would happen, and it was very close to what I had imagined. However, during the night, Charles rolled over, and we began again. I had not expected that.”
    From Lizzy’s expression, nor had she. “Twice in one night?”
    “Three times if you count this morning,” Jane said. “Apparently, Charles finds it quite enjoyable, and each time, it was a little easier. I think it is something I could come to enjoy, that is, when it becomes less awkward.”
    Although Lizzy nodded her head, indicating that she was happy to hear that it had gone reasonably well, nothing in her expression showed that it had put her mind at ease.
    When the ladies returned to the drawing room, they found that Mr. Bennet had invited Mr. Darcy into his sanctum sanctorum for a glass of port. Mrs. Bennet found nothing unusual in this because she knew how indebted the family was to Mr. Darcy and assumed that Mr. Bennet wished to thank the gentleman in private. Charles, who was in on the plan, was left behind to entertain all the ladies while the men went about the business of discussing the marriage contract. While in London, Mr. Darcy had had his solicitor draft the document, and after perusing it, Mr. Bennet set it aside.
    “You are very generous, Mr. Darcy. But then I had no worries on that account. However, what does concern me is that you and Lizzy come from very different worlds, and there will be struggles because of it. You shake your head, but I can assure you there will be occasions when Lizzy will say the wrong thing or not curtsey properly or not acknowledge someone’s rank. But you must be patient with her.
    “My second concern is Lizzy’s habit of always speaking the truth. So be prepared for people, who are not used to such honesty, talking about her or cutting her or some other such nonsense. It is only your rank that will protect her.”
    “And my love. That too will protect her. Because if anyone injures her, they injure me. I am not a vengeful man, Mr. Bennet, but I take care of my loved ones, and any unkindness toward Elizabeth is unacceptable.”
    Mr. Bennet was pleased with his answer and patted his future son-in-law on the back and marveled at how life held so many surprises. Mr. Darcy of Pemberley was to marry his daughter. Who would have thought it?

    It was Kitty who first noticed how long her father and Mr. Darcy had been gone. “I wonder what they can be talking about?”
    “They have been gone a long time,” Mrs. Bennet said. “Mr. Bingley, do you think anything is wrong?”
    “No, absolutely not. No reason to think that at all,” and he looked at Jane, who looked at Lizzy, and now Mrs. Bennet turned her gaze on Elizabeth.
    “Lizzy, do you know what is keeping Mr. Darcy?”
    “Yes, Mama. He is asking Papa for permission to marry me.”
    “What!” She jumped out of her chair, and the quick movement caused her to become dizzy, and she fainted. Jane, who was used to her mother’s spells, quickly went for the smelling salts. When Mama had recovered, she asked her daughter, “Lizzy, did I understand you correctly? You are to marry Mr. Darcy?” Mrs. Bennet said in a voice that was more croak than speech.
    “I am, Mama. I know that he did not make a very good first impression…”
    “Oh, who cares about that?” she said, sitting up. “I never gave it another thought,” a statement that everyone knew to be completely untrue. “Oh, Lizzy, how rich and how great you will be! What pin money, what jewels, what carriages you will have! Ten thousand a year!” The exclamations continued for several more minutes until Mrs. Bennet became uneasy at the length of Mr. Darcy’s visit with Mr. Bennet. She was taking no chances.
    “Elizabeth, go knock on your father’s door and tell him we have heard the good news, and they should come out so that all might share in their joy. Go quickly, now.”
    Lizzy was saved from embarrassment when the two gentlemen emerged from Mr. Bennet’s library. Mrs. Bennet looked to her husband,